WANTED ⤞ K.YS

10

After we had eaten and discussed our plan, I decided to walk around the house.

As I was walking I found a hidden door in one of the walls.

I pushed it open and it led to some sort of training room. Most of the walls and floor were covered in red and black mats. There were some free opened areas and there were some closed off fighting rings around the room. On a wall, there were many different weapons ranging from small pistols to katanas, to small knives, to ninja stars, to rifles. I then noticed that there was another room separated by glass walls a little further from the weapons. When I peeked inside, I saw Yeosang firing at a colored shooting target.

I entered the room quietly, not that I needed to, the shots were enough to conceal the soft clicks of my footsteps.

I didn't want to disturb him so I sat down in one of the benches behind him.

I sat there just watching him. I observed how concentrated he looked, how he stood unflinching at the sound of the gunshots, how his hair was perfectly cast over his face without blocking out his beautiful features.

As I was looking at the handsome guy in front of me, I started thinking.

Yeosang was always there for me. True, all of the other boys were there for me too, but Yeosang and I had always been the closest. When I had met him, we were both really shy. As time passed he opened up more to me and I to him. We had similar personalities, we were quiet and reserved at plain sight, but we were both fun and caring people. Even though I was young, I had severe anxiety. He always helped to the rough times. When he and the others left, all of my serenity and happiness left with them. A great part of why I had missed them was their friendship but I always missed Yeosang a bit more. I had had a little crush on him since I was small but I had decided to keep it a secret to everyone.

As I was wondering if those feelings were going to grow, he spoke.

"You know, you should stop staring before you start drooling on yourself", he said turning around and putting his gun in his holster.

"What?"

"I felt you staring at me for the longest time", he chuckled.

"Oh. Sorry I was just thinking."

"It's fine I don't mind it. I stare at you too sometimes."

My eyes slightly widened and my cheeks were dusted with pink at his confession.

"Well, I guess we have another thing in common."

"I guess we do", he smiled at me once again.

He sat down beside me.

"Wait. How did you even know I was here?"

"I'm very well trained. Can't, you do that too?"

Realization dawned over me.

Of course

He was part of a gang, he had to be well trained.

"Oh. Right."

"Still forgetful I see."

"Hey!", I said lightly slapping his arm, "I am not that forgetful."

"Says the one who forgot that I was a gang member."

I tutted.

"To be honest, you don't seem to be a person that is part of a gang."

"You don't either."

"I know. It's because I'm beautiful, isn't it?"

He looked at me with an "eh not exactly" face.

"You are beautiful. But I don't think that's it."

Darn it.

I was blushing.

Again.

I couldn't believe that after all of these years without seeing him, he could still make me flustered with a simple sentence.

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Sorry it was a little boring, I'm having slight writer's block but I hope you liked the slight fluff in this chapter. Don't forget to vote 😊- gisimori